Author's note: I have always loved the storyline of the Lok series, but humans haven't received a lot of recognition, so I hope those of you who read this will like it.

        During the time of Raziel's demise, Kain and his lieutenants truly began to break the humans.  Although the human citadel had still not been purged by the dark ones, the humans who even dared to stray form the citadel were killed.  One of the slaves was a human boy.  Even as he was a child in the kingdom of the Turelim, he was still treated like the others, perhaps even worse.  Even Turel himself caused this child great pain by killing his family and giving him a scar across his face that he would never learn to live with.  With this scar came a small amount of the vampire scourge.  Now the boy would go through changes, his hands would change to vampiric claws, he would grow fangs, sunlight would harm him and his strength was tremendously increased.

        Years passed, and he never grew much older.  He had assumed the form of a handsome 25-year-old man whose scar would never heal.  He watched friends live and die, for he had been given the gift of never-ending life.  Soon, the former boy would become a free man.  He learned the many ways of fighting but none suited him more than his own style.  He forged steel clawed gloves that he could slip onto his wrist and hold in place with a small handle.  He even made ways to fight with the claws and worked to perfect it every day.

        Soon he chose to take his freedom and rebelled against his captors.  He stole a horse and rode through the guards, cutting them down with his claws as he passed.  He showed no mercy or kindness to his captors, and left them to the angry vampires.

        He became even more susceptible to the rays of the depleted sun so he cloaked himself in a black cloak with a purple band to cover his mouth and nose, so no one could see his face, neither vampires of the sun.  Every day his hatred toward the vampires grew as he remembered their cruelty to him.  He decided to avenge his family and destroy every vampire.

        Years went by and Raziel came back, and the vampire hunter, now known as Jericho, continued his hunt for the daemonic creatures.  Jericho had even met up with Kain himself within the clan pillars. "Who are you?" asked the vampire lord.
        "I am the one they call Jericho," answered the hunter.
       "I have heard of you, you are the one that has killed my minions for the past half millenia, you are truly not what I expected. Do you now come to try to do the same to me?  I assure you that death will come quickly to you!"
        Kain then drew the daemonic weapon called the Soul Reaver from its scabbard, and without warning shot its energy at Jericho.  Jericho stood still and watched the evil energy as it came ever closer. Then, Jericho disappeared.
        Kain looked in wonder of where he had gone.  "Could he have been destroyed?" wondered Kain, "but there is no trace of him."
        "That is because you didn't touch me," answered Jericho who stood behind the bewildered Kain. "You fool, Kain, remember that all vampires have their specific traits." As he said this, Jericho pulled the cloak from his head and revealed his pale flesh and pointed ears, but not the rest of his face. "I am the link between humans and vampires, and I have developed my trait, teleportation."
        "I am the fool? Ha ha ha, you are the fool, for as you have learned this ability, so have I!"
        Jericho watched as Kain faded away and heard the sound of the Soul Reaver behind him and its blast just barely missed him.  Jericho had to use this tactic so much that it began to tire him, and he was never able to even touch Kain, but eventually he was able to strike a blow to the chest of the arrogant vampire lord.
        Kain's anger flared even more and Jericho knew that to stay would mean his demise, so he ran from the great Kain.

        Eventually, Jericho found himself within and empty kingdom. No one dwelled there save a few Dumahim vampires.  Jericho wandered through this gigantic ruin, and found a vampire that he had never seen before, but who still had a familiar aura. This vampire wore a cloth around his face and looked as if he had been burned alive.
        Jericho decided to follow the vampire and watched it perform amazing feats of power. Raziel, as this vampire was called, had an odd ability - he devoured the souls of his fellow vampires as they died.  Jericho wondered how he came to receive this amazing power.  Not only that, but this vampire had the ability to glide across crevasses and other large obstacles.  What amazed Jericho the most was that Raziel had the ability to shift through the physical and spectral realms.
        Jericho learned that Raziel's mission was much like his own, to destroy the vampire scourge, but they wanted it for different reasons.  Jericho wanted revenge for his capture; Raziel wanted to avenge the death of his people and himself.
        The brave vampire hunter watched as Raziel killed lieutenant after lieutenant, gaining their abilities as he devoured their souls.  He even watched as Raziel defeated Kain and received the awesome power of the Soul Reaver.  Jericho knew that they should become allies.
        Raziel never noticed the presence of Jericho until one day, Jericho showed himself. "Hello, Raziel," said the hunter.
        Raziel spun quickly around and said, "Who are you? How do you know my name? If you come to destroy me, you will meet your match and doom here and now!"
       Jericho laughed.  "I do not wish to destroy you; quite the opposite. I wish to ally with you."
        "I do not wish to ally with any human such as yourself."
        "We share similar goals, Raziel; you wish to avenge yourself, as do I."
        "You have no..."
        "Yes I do!" interrupted Jericho.  "I know exactly what you have been through. I watched as your kind destroyed my family. I felt the pain your people have brought upon the humans."  Jericho revealed his scar, but not his face.
        Raziel noticed that the vampire hunter seemed to be a mixture of vampire and human. "What are you?" asked the confused Raziel.
        "I am merely a man seeking revenge, and since you do not wish to ally with me, then I leave you now."  Jericho had begun to leave when Raziel yelled, "Wait! I want to learn more. How did this happen?"
        "When I was a young boy, I was forced to watch my parents and my sister torn apart by the Turelim. I grew into an uncontrollable frenzy that only your brother, Turel, could stop.  He made me what I am today, a freak of nature.  I am neither man nor vampire.  I am a shadow.  When I freed myself, I swore that I would kill all vampires.  I swore that I would not rest until they had all been killed."
        "Perhaps I shall tell you the story of my demise, my friend," said Raziel, "but until then, I will destroy the ones that did this to me."
        Jericho once again began to leave. Raziel yelled," What is your name, so that I know that there is a good person on this earth!"
        "My name is Jericho, but I assure you vampire, I am not good nor am I a person!" cried Jericho, nowhere to be seen.

        Jericho continued his quest for vengence, often meeting with Raziel on the way. They did fight together. Jericho was no longer just a shadow of a man; he was a shadow feared by all vampires.  He was a shadow, born in shadows. The boy that was once a slave had been forgotten - now there was just a killer of vampires, a killer of evil.